Freaky Street
Saturday afternoon, I'm riding down Kennedy St. towards the library and there's a car parked in the middle of the road. As I approach it looks like there are people inside. Upon passing, I realize that the people were making out, parked right in the middle of the street. About that time I pass a guy walking down the sidewalk. He hollers, "I guess they couldn't wait till they got home?" I holler back something like "Can you blame them?" and we exchange a harmonious laugh.
Later on I pass the same guy and he yells at me, "Hey, those people in the car earlier were two ladies!" I could tell he was beside himself so I pipe in with "Even better!" At that point he reaches in a bag (I get nervous) and he adds "That's better than these porno tapes!" I let loose with one of those howling laughs and kept moving. What kind of weirdo walks around with their porn collection? I guess he didn't want anyone to steal them. Regardless, I was glad to be around for that.
Sorry, I'm a perv and these sort of things make me happy.